Wait
Author :
arunimamazumdar
Blog :rhymes and rubbish
Date: 6/20/2012 6:48:20 PM
The famished dog, its snout dry, mouth half open, sits and stares at the blessed boy who wields a meaty bone like a warrior with a sword that belongs to no one but him. The boy throws a wistful glance at the mongrel, salivating yet attentive at the slightest behest of ‘Come and get the bone’. But he’s not done yet. One by one, he tears thin strips of meat off the bone, chews uncouthly as bubbles of spit appear at the corner of his mouth.
A little time goes by. The dog has now lost a little interest yet the longing for the second-hand taste remains. The boy is tired of the taste and wants to wash his hands off the stench of meat. He looks at the hairless, four-legged, frail canine and decides to donate his share of left-over. He flings the skeleton to the dog and it responds and with a snap it grapples his much awaited prize.
